This situation had definitely taken a turn, to say the least.
Never had either of them expected this. But they certainly couldn't complain. This alliance, meant to be purely business, had become so much more. Now along with satisfying their evil tendencies, they could also satisfy their most carnal desires…
But that's all it was, they continued to convince themselves. They had both been lonely, starved of intimacy… there was no point in denying that. And now they could use each other for more than just their dark plans. Never had they known such pleasure. Lust had quickly become their favorite sin to partake in.
Affection was there too, and that was the more dangerous feeling that they remained wary of. They admired and respected each other, and they found themselves thinking of their newfound partner more often than they thought of conquering Agrabah, sometimes. That was a problem, and truthfully they didn't know how they could stop it.
Because how could they possibly resist each other now? The line had been crossed, and addiction had set in. They would just have to embrace it. Balancing their priorities wasn't easy - never had their days seemed so full. But between the all of the long talks, the fucking, the training and the scheming… they finally felt truly ready.
Tonight was the night.
"It's a beautiful evening for revenge…" Jafar sighed blissfully as he approached Mirage from behind, working hard to contain his excitement.
"Mm, yes it is Jafar," she purred in reply. "We will be victorious against Aladdin. There is no way we could lose."
"And I know just what we should do to celebrate our victory…" His slender arms wrapped around her waist, and she felt his clever lips upon her neck.
Mirage tilted her head and groaned softly, her skin tingling with each kiss. She could feel his body pressing up against hers...
She chuckled breathlessly. "We have to go and beat him first," she teasingly reprimanded. "Control your mortal urges until then."
"No promises," Jafar countered smoothly, releasing Mirage with no shortage of reluctance.
Mirage smiled up at him. "Are you ready then?"
"I've never been more ready," Jafar insisted.
"Then let us wear our disguises and depart. Agrabah awaits!"
Magic flashed and swirled as the two villains changed into their new temporary forms. They took a moment to observe each other.
"Flawlessly convincing…" Jafar observed, speaking with a new voice. "And you look quite good, Mirage."
"You look even better," Mirage complimented. "Now… it's time for us to seal Agrabah's fate… and our destiny!"
Sometime later, inside the royal palace in Agrabah, the Sultan sat upon his throne, dawdling with a puzzle he was assembling in his lap. The sound of the massive palace doors violently opening startled the Sultan, and puzzle pieces littered the floor.
"Oh!" The ruler of Agrabah frowned at the mess. Now he'd have to start all over again! "Oh my... What is the meaning of this?"
"Apologies for the disturbance, my lord." It was Razoul, captain of the royal guard. He entered the throne room, accompanied by a squad of guards and… two guests he'd never seen before walking forward at his side.
"We have… visitors, your highness. Travelers from… faraway lands." Razoul's voice sounded… empty, and toneless. Like he was stuck between sleeping and awake. His eyes stared straight ahead at the Sultan, unblinking. "They surrendered to our forces… and have told us that they wish to leave their own kingdoms to serve you, if that pleases you… my lord."
A man and a woman stepped forward. The man was tall, heavily built and dark-skinned. He wore a lightweight linen tunic over his muscled chest, and a kilt-like white garment around the waist, tied with a golden belt. On his bald head he wore a matching white loose headcloth, and on his feet were sandals made of papyrus and leather.
The woman was short and plump in the thighs, and her hair was black as night. She wore a long, colorful garment that draped around her body, intricately embellished with embroidery and beadwork. On her ears she wore dangling earrings that sparkled, and on her forehead was a decorative bindi, a painted red dot just above her eyebrows.
The Sultan regarded the two of them thoughtfully.
"O mighty Sultan of Agrabah…" The man spoke first and bowed. "My name is Sobek. I come from Egypt. I am an experienced hunter and fisherman, and I also know how to fight. My country is on the decline, so I hope to join yours. I have heard of your power and influence, and it would be an honor to be of service to you."
The Sultan nodded, impressed. Sobek looked very strong and probably useful. He turned his gaze to acknowledge the beautiful woman. "And you?"
"I am called Parvati. I was a servant girl in the land of… um…" The young woman stalled awkwardly. "I am sorry, I'm a little dizzy from the desert heat. Somewhere in India. A settlement in the jungle."
Sobek made a face at Parvati. Parvati saw this and cleared her throat, continuing on with her clumsy introduction.
"I didn't much like the jungle. Too many… snakes. And tigers. So I made the journey here, and met Sobek on the way. And the way he described you and your city was enticing. I also would be happy to serve you, my lord."
"Perhaps she would make a good addition to your harem, my Sultan," one of the guards suggested. "Or rather a good first member, since you don't have a harem as of yet."
Parvati tensed, wishing she could punch that guard in the face. Sobek drew in a hissing breath.
"Oh my!" The Sultan blushed and chuckled heartily as he gazed upon the Indian woman. "Well she is lovely…"
Please no, Parvati thought as she smiled tightly, her blood hot with embarrassment and rage.
"... But no. There is only one woman I can love like that, and she is no longer with us." The ruler of Agrabah then grinned brightly beneath his puffy white beard. "But come to think of it, Princess Jasmine could use another handmaiden! I'm sure Dalia might appreciate some time off."
Parvati sighed with relief and smiled, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "I would like that very much, sire."
"But I'm afraid you'll have to get used to being around tigers again. Jasmine has a pet," The Sultan warned. "But Rajah is well-tempered, I assure you." For the most part…
"I like tigers!" Parvati contended hurriedly. "I mean, I can learn to like them." How can I have forgotten that?
"Very good!" The jolly Sultan turned his attention back to Sobek. "And you will join the ranks of my guards. Your training shall begin at once!" Starting right here in the throne room for his entertainment. "I'm sure I am speaking for all my loyal soldiers when I say we are happy to have you."
Sobek and Parvati exchanged a triumphant glance, their spirits rising. They were in. Now the plan was in motion.
They were separated soon after, Razoul escorting Parvati upstairs to the princess' room, and Sobek having remained in the throne room with the other guards. While she walked, Parvati smiled with gratification as she observed Razoul's vacant stare. Hypnosis was oh so fun. The Sultan hadn't suspected a thing.
"Here we are…" Razoul mumbled, stopping at the door.
"Good," Parvati chimed, flourishing her garments with a flick of her wrist as she walked inside. "Leave now, and forget all of this. And certainly don't come back to investigate should you hear anything… suspicious."
"Mmmm-kay…" The captain droned, obeying and walking stiffly away.
"Hello, who are you and what are you doing here."
Parvati turned to see Dalia standing in the doorway, Jasmine's current handmaiden. Dalia was smiling pleasantly, but she appeared wary of the stranger.
"Greetings," Parvati curtsied and returned the smile, making herself appear as harmless as possible. "I'm Parvati, Princess Jasmine's new handmaiden."
"New handmaiden?" Dalia seemed aghast for a moment. Was she being replaced?
"I think I'm just meant to join you and help assist the princess," Parvati assured. "So you can get a break once in a while."
Dalia appeared relieved at that, clasping her hands with excitement. "Oh! Well you are most welcome then, new friend. Would you like to meet her?"
"Oh yes," Parvati replied, her eyes flashing.
Princess Jasmine herself emerged from behind Dalia, dressed in a nightgown in her signature color of turquoise. Her large brown eyes lit up at the sight of Parvati. "Why hello, Parvati. It's so nice to meet you!"
My my, princess. You haven't changed one bit I see.
"Princess! It's so nice to meet you too." Parvati curtsied again. "I'm very eager to get started…"
"Come sit!" Jasmine smiled and patted the edge of her bed. "So we can talk and get to know each other."
"Alright, but um… I'm a little shy…" Parvati confessed softly, her eyes shifting to Dalia intently before snapping back to the princess. "I'm m-meeting so many people at once. It's just a lot to process."
"Oh… well that's alright. Dalia, would you mind leaving for a bit? I'll bring you in later when she's settled."
Dalia tried to disguise her disappointment. "Oh, of course, of course. I'll see you later, Princess?"
The handmaiden exited the room, leaving the two young women alone. Parvati sent Jasmine a kind smile, and sat on the bed as Jasmine had asked.
"Turn around," Jasmine urged as she reached for the hairbrush on her vanity. "Thought I'd pretty you up first, before you go and do the same for me."
"Hm, okay." Parvati giggled, and shifted on the bed.
Jasmine smiled, seating herself behind her, and began to softly brush her new handmaiden's hair. "Wow, your hair is gorgeous..." She was excited to have another female friend her age… the entirety of Aladdin's gang was male, and it admittedly got tiring.
"Why thank you, princess," Parvati replied, certainly enjoying the attention.
"So, Parvati, where are you from?" The princess asked.
Parvati shrugged nonchalantly. "Your nightmares, I expect," she replied in her sweet voice.
Jasmine's hand froze mid-brush, and she leaned away, astonished by the girl's response.
"W-…What?" Jasmine quavered.
Parvati turned her head to the side slowly… and Jasmine was horrified to see the most wicked grin imaginable, and a twisted goatee — her new handmaiden's face had morphed into that of Jafar's!
"No…" The princess gasped hoarsely, dropping the brush and leaping to her feet, backing away from the bed. "I'm seeing things..!"
The disguise uncovered, the image of Parvati melted away… leaving behind a tall, darkly-robed and sinister man she'd thought was dead, indeed Jasmine's worst nightmares become reality.
The former vizier grinned down at her.
"Hello... princess."
Jasmine screamed.